FAKE Double Drabble: Muddy Hike
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badly_knittedTitle: Muddy Hike
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 436: Mud at
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drabble_zone.Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee really hates mud.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Ugh!” Dee pulled a disgusted face as his boot slipped and he thrust one hand out to catch himself, fingers sinking deep into the thick, glutinous mud of the trail. Pulling his hand from the sucking morass, he wiped the worst of the muck off on a tussock of grass. “You could’a at least found us a less muddy trail to walk,” he complained.
Ryo just laughed. “It rained last night, Dee, everywhere’s muddy now, unless you wanted to walk down the middle of the highway, which I wouldn’t recommend. Not much of a view down there.” He gestured back down at the valley they were climbing out of, and the campsite, hidden from view by the trees. “Conditions should improve as we get up higher, where there’s less soil and more bare rock.”
“Yeah, and I know where all the soil went, it got washed all the way down here as mud.” Dee wiped his hand again, then grabbed at a fresh grass tussock to help pull himself up past the slippery patch.
“Have to expect a bit of mud out here.”
“A bit? It’s a mud wallow. This is why I played basketball in school instead of football.”
The End
Ryo just laughed. “It rained last night, Dee, everywhere’s muddy now, unless you wanted to walk down the middle of the highway, which I wouldn’t recommend. Not much of a view down there.” He gestured back down at the valley they were climbing out of, and the campsite, hidden from view by the trees. “Conditions should improve as we get up higher, where there’s less soil and more bare rock.”
“Yeah, and I know where all the soil went, it got washed all the way down here as mud.” Dee wiped his hand again, then grabbed at a fresh grass tussock to help pull himself up past the slippery patch.
“Have to expect a bit of mud out here.”
“A bit? It’s a mud wallow. This is why I played basketball in school instead of football.”
The End
